Letra de Hunchos
Yeah, I ain't afraid to tell a bitch I love her but
If she fuck another nigga, I'ma feel stupid
It's some problems that I got, I can't throw money at
If she fuck another nigga, I'ma feel stupid
It's some problems that I got, I can't throw money at
Least I got this pint of red to help me get through it
She a boss and she don't play about her hunchos
Throw some dollars on her, that'll get her ass movin'
I'm a boss and I don't play about my hunchos
'Member when they called me slow and now my bag stupid
Drive the Porche 9-11 like I'm Bin Laden
Wake up then I take an E, I'm tryna live faster
Call me Mr. Take Your Ho, Amiri bitch snatcher
Cartier all up on the lens, these ain't LensCrafters
I been on this shit before the deal
I been on this shit before I could afford a meal
I ain't gotta say nothin', you already know the deal
Fourty-five hundred for a pint, I bought it sealed
Certified, yeah
Certified carats on my neck, you know they real
I don't fuck with famous hoes, I don't see the appeal
Another city every other week, that's how I live
I don't go out 'til seven, baby, we got time to kill
You can't fool, see through your persona off the rip
They'll say it, but they'll never love you 'til you rich
My main homie turned a snake, well ain't that 'bout a bitch
Yeah, I ain't afraid to tell a bitch I love her but
If she fuck another nigga, I'ma feel stupid
It's some problems that I got, I can't throw money at
Least I got this pint of red to help me get through it
She a boss and she don't play about her hunchos
Throw some dollars on her, that'll get her ass movin'
I'm a boss and I don't play about my hunchos
'Member when they called me slow and now my bag stupid
She a boss and she don't play about her hunchos
Throw some dollars on her, that'll get her ass movin'
I'm a boss and I don't play about my hunchos
'Member when they called me slow and now my bag stupid
Drive the Porche 9-11 like I'm Bin Laden
Wake up then I take an E, I'm tryna live faster
Call me Mr. Take Your Ho, Amiri bitch snatcher
Cartier all up on the lens, these ain't LensCrafters
I been on this shit before the deal
I been on this shit before I could afford a meal
I ain't gotta say nothin', you already know the deal
Fourty-five hundred for a pint, I bought it sealed
Certified, yeah
Certified carats on my neck, you know they real
I don't fuck with famous hoes, I don't see the appeal
Another city every other week, that's how I live
I don't go out 'til seven, baby, we got time to kill
You can't fool, see through your persona off the rip
They'll say it, but they'll never love you 'til you rich
My main homie turned a snake, well ain't that 'bout a bitch
Yeah, I ain't afraid to tell a bitch I love her but
If she fuck another nigga, I'ma feel stupid
It's some problems that I got, I can't throw money at
Least I got this pint of red to help me get through it
She a boss and she don't play about her hunchos
Throw some dollars on her, that'll get her ass movin'
I'm a boss and I don't play about my hunchos
'Member when they called me slow and now my bag stupid
